good news is that we’re gonna be
able to squeeze every penny out of the pig.”
She asked the woman to come to her office on
Monday and said goodbye.
Rebecca never hired a private investigator
for any of her cases, preferring to do the work herself. The
experience she had gained during her college years while working
with her dad had made her a better investigator than most of the
local hacks would ever be.
Randy Ranghorn was an
easy-going, but tough guy, who looked like the John Wayne character
in the movie El
Dorado . He had never been a young version of The
Duke. To Rebecca, her dad had always been middle-aged. And
that’s the way she would remember him and love him.
She should have been with him that night.
But he had insisted that she stay home and study for her final
exam.
And the house was supposed to be vacant. He
picked the back lock and slipped into the dark house. All he needed
was copies of a few documents. There was no way he could have known
that a drug dealer had taken up residence in that house. Maybe she
wouldn’t have been able to save him anyway. And she might have
gotten herself killed too.
But Melanie was a different
story. She could have saved her . The petite 28-year-old had
become Rebecca’s partner and best friend after a rocky
start.
Rebecca had pulled into a motel parking lot
to stake out a certain husband, when another woman parked in front
of her car. She watched the woman sip coffee and fiddle with her
cam-era. Finally, she had seen enough.
She got out, walked to the woman’s car, and
knocked on the window. “What are you doing?”
The woman choked on her coffee and rolled
down the window. “What?”
“ I said: what are you doing?
I saw you sitting here watching Room 103.”
“ Yeah well, it’s none of
your business.”
“ Oh, I think it is my business. I
think you’re stealing my work.”
“ What are you talking about?
I’m just waiting for someone and drinking my coffee.”
“ No. You’re working for my
client, which means she might try to weasel out of paying
me.”
“ Well, I’m sorry, but I
didn’t know anything about you. I’m just doing my job.”
“ Okay, then. Let me ask you
this: did you get shots of him feeling up the
secretary?”
“ No. Did you?”
“ Yep—through his office
window. I was on top of the building across the street.”
“ Nice. But do you
have audio of
him telling her what he wants to do to her?”
“ You bugged his
office?”
The other woman smiled.
“ I like your style, Lady.
Let me introduce myself. I’m Rebecca Ranghorn.” She held out her
hand.
“ Melanie Maylin. Glad to
meet you.”
Melanie invited Rebecca into her car and
they talked for two hours. It turned out they had a lot in common.
Rebecca had worked as a private investigator for two years after
her father died. Then she went to law school. After graduation, she
joined a firm that specialized in Contract Law. She did her best to
fit into the corporate world.
But then a friend confided in her about her
marital problems and asked for help. The friend suspected her
husband was having an affair. And if so, she didn’t want to waste
any more of her life with someone she couldn’t trust.
Rebecca agreed to look into it, and
immediately launched into private eye mode. And it felt so
good—like slipping into a pair of her favorite shoes. It was so
comfortable and natural. She caught the cheater on camera and
handled the divorce. It all came so easily to her—until one of the
partners found out about it.
Unfortunately, the partner was a friend of
the cheating husband. Soon after that, she was fired for some bogus
reason. She could have fought it, but decided she didn’t care. So,
she became a divorce lawyer. And did investigations whenever
necessary.
Melanie told her how her husband had cheated
while she was in law school. He was a trucker who drove 18-wheelers
across the country. The money was pretty good, but he wasn’t home
much.
One time she found
able to squeeze every penny out of the pig.”
She asked the woman to come to her office on
Monday and said goodbye.
Rebecca never hired a private investigator
for any of her cases, preferring to do the work herself. The
experience she had gained during her college years while working
with her dad had made her a better investigator than most of the
local hacks would ever be.
Randy Ranghorn was an
easy-going, but tough guy, who looked like the John Wayne character
in the movie El
Dorado . He had never been a young version of The
Duke. To Rebecca, her dad had always been middle-aged. And
that’s the way she would remember him and love him.
She should have been with him that night.
But he had insisted that she stay home and study for her final
exam.
And the house was supposed to be vacant. He
picked the back lock and slipped into the dark house. All he needed
was copies of a few documents. There was no way he could have known
that a drug dealer had taken up residence in that house. Maybe she
wouldn’t have been able to save him anyway. And she might have
gotten herself killed too.
But Melanie was a different
story. She could have saved her . The petite 28-year-old had
become Rebecca’s partner and best friend after a rocky
start.
Rebecca had pulled into a motel parking lot
to stake out a certain husband, when another woman parked in front
of her car. She watched the woman sip coffee and fiddle with her
cam-era. Finally, she had seen enough.
She got out, walked to the woman’s car, and
knocked on the window. “What are you doing?”
The woman choked on her coffee and rolled
down the window. “What?”
“ I said: what are you doing?
I saw you sitting here watching Room 103.”
“ Yeah well, it’s none of
your business.”
“ Oh, I think it is my business. I
think you’re stealing my work.”
“ What are you talking about?
I’m just waiting for someone and drinking my coffee.”
“ No. You’re working for my
client, which means she might try to weasel out of paying
me.”
“ Well, I’m sorry, but I
didn’t know anything about you. I’m just doing my job.”
“ Okay, then. Let me ask you
this: did you get shots of him feeling up the
secretary?”
“ No. Did you?”
“ Yep—through his office
window. I was on top of the building across the street.”
“ Nice. But do you
have audio of
him telling her what he wants to do to her?”
“ You bugged his
office?”
The other woman smiled.
“ I like your style, Lady.
Let me introduce myself. I’m Rebecca Ranghorn.” She held out her
hand.
“ Melanie Maylin. Glad to
meet you.”
Melanie invited Rebecca into her car and
they talked for two hours. It turned out they had a lot in common.
Rebecca had worked as a private investigator for two years after
her father died. Then she went to law school. After graduation, she
joined a firm that specialized in Contract Law. She did her best to
fit into the corporate world.
But then a friend confided in her about her
marital problems and asked for help. The friend suspected her
husband was having an affair. And if so, she didn’t want to waste
any more of her life with someone she couldn’t trust.
Rebecca agreed to look into it, and
immediately launched into private eye mode. And it felt so
good—like slipping into a pair of her favorite shoes. It was so
comfortable and natural. She caught the cheater on camera and
handled the divorce. It all came so easily to her—until one of the
partners found out about it.
Unfortunately, the partner was a friend of
the cheating husband. Soon after that, she was fired for some bogus
reason. She could have fought it, but decided she didn’t care. So,
she became a divorce lawyer. And did investigations whenever
necessary.
Melanie told her how her husband had cheated
while she was in law school. He was a trucker who drove 18-wheelers
across the country. The money was pretty good, but he wasn’t home
much.
One time she found
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